only to say that Lucy Aylmer and myself have arranged a plan which will, we think, insure your escape. You must pass for me—the dress I wear will be sufficient disguise—and I will remain in your place till the arrival of Major Johnstone,"—Evelyn started at the name,—"who can have no motive in detaining me prisoner."
Without waiting for a reply, she unbound the veil from her head, and took off the loose black novice's robe, which she had put over a gray stuff dress similar to that worn by Lucy. "I have," added she, in a saddened tone, "worn this costume for weeks. I think, on my first arrival, the very man who keeps the door saw me in it; it can therefore excite no suspicion, and its wide folds afford ample concealment."
"Good God!" said Evelyn, "And do you think so basely of me as to suppose that I would leave you in my place, exposed both to danger and insult?"
"I apprehend neither," she replied; "the bitterest fanatic of them all would scarcely stain his hands with a woman's blood; and as to insult, the grave and severe character of the officer expected is my best security. But make haste—there is a faint glimmer already in the east; and if the day once breaks, you are lost."
